He kisses me, tongue inside my mouth, hands kneading the meat of my thighs, body pinning me to the warm wall of the pool. I push back, fingers digging into his back, stroking up to his neck, pulling him closer even as I try to wrestle him under the water.
He laughs, wild, then bites my shoulder lightly, teeth scraping as he slides lower.
I gasp as his head dips underwater and his teeth continue their path. He trails kisses along my skin, then lifts me up to set me on the lip of the pool. His eyes move over every inch of me. His hands come up between my parted thighs. He pushes them further apart, exposing me to the warm water as he strokes me between my legs.
The air is thick with humidity and sex. His scent wraps around me, pulling me deeper into the haze. His eyes are on only me.
“You are perfect,” he growls. His hands grip my hips as his stiff length twitches.
“I want to taste you,” I breathe, my voice trembling as I reach for him. His cock twitches in my hand, thick and slick with precum even under the water, the ridges along the shaft catching on my fingers. The flared head juts out of the water, already beading with his arousal.
He rises and sits on the edge of the pool so that I have full access to his body.
I lean forward, flicking my tongue over the opening, savoring the salty tang of him.
He lets out a guttural groan, his hands fisting at his sides as he holds himself back. I take him deeper into my mouth. My tongue swirls around the ridges, exploring his taste, his feel. The way his muscles tighten all over when I kiss him like this with my entire mouth and tongue, dragging my lips up and down his shaft.
He pulls back suddenly, switching places with me as he lifts me and settles me onto the pool’s edge. He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing deeply, as he stands between my spread thighs. I’m right at the edge of the pool. I wrap my legs around his waist.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him.
“Nothing is wrong,” he breathes. His cock brushes against my slick folds, teasing my entrance, but he doesn’t push in.
“I just don’t want this to end yet,” he says. He’s out of the pool in one jump, then lifts me again and carries me to one of the beds.
The bed he chooses is massive, covered in furs so soft they feel like liquid against my skin. They dry the rivulets of water that drip from our warm bodies. He kneels between my spread legs.
The room is a cocoon of heat, shadows dancing on the walls from the dim glow of the lights. He’s perched above me, a smirkon his face because he knows he’s about to ruin me. His eyes are ember fire as they rake over my body, memorizing every curve like flesh he plans to devour.
“You’re mine,” he growls, and the words land deep in my core.
Rythar’s tongue flicks out, teasing me, tasting me like I’m the flavor he’s been craving. Every lap, every stroke of his tongue against me sends sparks shooting up my spine, making it impossible to hold still. His tongue delves deep, caressing me until I’m trembling, whispering to him not to stop. His hands glide over my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he keeps me where he wants me. He moves up, leans in, his breath hot against my ear, and whispers, “There’s something else I want to try.”
He pulls away, leaving me aching and desperate. But only for a moment. I watch, my heart pounding, as he reaches for something—something alien, somethingother. It’s glowing faintly, and shaped like a long, slender coil.
“What is that?” I ask, my pulse kicking.
Rythar smiles. “Something we can share. It is an old design—built in anticipation. It is said to work with the bond,” he murmurs, and my core clenches at the promise in his voice.
He clasps my hand in his, then slips the warm coil over our fingers. It hums softly. The resonant thrum spreads over both of us, then through us.
He looks deeply into my eyes and I hear his thoughts brushing against my mind. I relax and let them in, let my own thoughts flow back to him.
“Stay with me,” Rythar’s mind whispers into mine. “Choose me forever.”
He kisses my throat, my neck, my earlobe, sending shivers racing down my body. The shivers join with the sensation of the coil. I feel the physical desire he has for me like a singular focusin my mind. His hard length is against me, teasing. I squirm under him, angling to take him in.
“Please,” I beg. I want to be with him now, again, tomorrow, forever. “Please, Rythar, I need you.”
He slides in slowly, every ridge teasing my already sensitive walls. He starts pumping me with a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart, each thrust driving me deeper into bliss. The coil works in time with his movements, amplifying every sensation until I’m so close.
“Rythar!” I breathe, as the pleasure builds to a crescendo. I shatter, my vision going white as waves of ecstasy crash over me, leaving me gasping, trembling, utterly spent.
He tenses, his cock swelling inside me as he comes. I feel a shock of pleasure through the connection of the coil still around our hands.
His pleasure. In my body. And he felt mine in his.
He collapses on top of me, his breath hot against my ear.
